"You don't have her accent." He said in brief explanation, of how he'd figured out he'd been wrong, before he moved to prop the door open with his body. "It's fine." Even if he did have a lingering note to his voice, sad.

He didn't know why. He didn't know what he would have done if it was her. Seemed sorta silly now.

"How would you not know?" Finally he returned to that, latching onto it as he opened the door to see how bad the disaster area inside was. None of his business considering it wasn't his room, but curiosity called.